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“What the hell, babe? Put on that sexy new dress of yours, go find him and fuck his brains out.”
“Lolly!”
She huffed, and I imagined her rolling her eyes. “All right, go pleasure yourself with him.” Her giggles were contagious, and I laughed with her.
I recalled Billy’s sorrowful eyes when I’d told him I had no idea who Memphis was. “I guess he was asking for me.”
“Of course he fucking was. You rocked his world. Now go ride that cowboy.”
“I wish. My shift starts in half an hour.”
“That’s heaps of time. Stop chatting with me and go get him.”
“No way. I want to take my time with him.”
“Ooo, good for you sista. I can’t wait to hear all about that stud again.”
We laughed as we said our goodbyes, and I hung up.
It was nice to have a man asking for me.
I couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
Actually, I wasn’t sure if it ever had.
I put away my groceries, and with my mind swooping between Billy and getting ready for work, I ended up racing to get to my shift on time.
Monday was my least favorite night of the week. They always seemed long and boring because most people checked in on a Sunday night. This one was no exception. With barely anything to occupy my mind, my undivided focus was on Cowboy Billy, waiting for me in room forty-one.
It was an eternity before the sun finally crept across the lobby floor in long golden streaks. I grabbed a cup of green tea in my special teacup with the black-and-white cows on it and walked out to my favorite spot in the hotel. Sunrise was a grand display of orange and gold over the ocean, and with each passing minute, more and more people joined me outdoors to welcome in a new day.
Living near the ocean made me feel fresh and alive. Knowing Cowboy Billy was eight floors above, waiting for me, made me positively glow.
My insides fluttered at the prospect that maybe today was the day I’d lose my casual-sex virginity.
I couldn’t decide if that idea excited me or scared the crap out of me.
Chapter Nineteen
In the last nine weeks, I’d been with nine men, and yet, even though they were incredibly horny romps, none of them had culminated in sexual penetration. That was my doing. I was the one calling the shots, and that was the way this sexual journey would continue.
It was a curious thing to have earth-shattering intimacy with a total stranger without needing full-blown sex. Although, with each week and each sexual experience with a new man, I was getting closer.
I would know when I was ready. Of that, I was certain.
The moment Needledick arrived and took over from me at the front desk, I was in Memphis mode. I dashed up to my room and showered in record time.
I applied abundant makeup with my newfound skills. I covered the scattering of freckles that adorned my nose and cheeks with foundation and mineral powder, ensuring my skin looked flawless.
Thanks to Lolita, I was now an expert at using the Sephora electric blue eyeliner. The bright color helped to detract from my green irises. I darkened my eyebrows and applied three layers of mascara to lengthen and thicken my lashes.
The final touch was my favorite Bobbi Brown Parisian Red lipstick.
When it came to putting on my wig, however, I stalled. Billy knew me with the black wig. He may think it was my real hair color.
I didn’t want to risk putting doubt in his mind, so I fitted my black bob wig into place yet again. My lingerie choice today was a red bra and matching red panties. It was a struggle to tug my new dress on, but once the shimmering sequins were in place, it felt amazing. The heavy fabric molded to my body, hugging me like a second skin.
It was great to be wearing something new. I was becoming tired of my French Maid costume. To go with my new dress, I chose a fabulous pair of red Jimmy Choo stilettos that I’d bought on special at David Jones last Christmas. They matched my underwear perfectly.
